Wow, the sun's on its way down already. Time is really flying by, isn't it? "It sure is—but this queue isn't getting any smaller. It's time to earn, earn, earn!" "R-right! Back to the grindstone, then!"

After bidding farewell to the last customer, the prince and Nina could finally rest. "So?" she said. "How did you find the work?" "Exhausting," he said. "But also rewarding!" "Well, anytime you want to help, you're on!"

Look at the brilliant emerald sea extending towards the horizon, as well as the dazzling sun shining down. Ah, nothing can beat a summer vacation—save for the sight of me in a swimsuit. You must feel honored.

People have long feared Jupiter as the king of the skies whose lightning metes out justice. But one story in particular—that of a foolish noble—is held up as an example of why all must fear the wyrm's wrath.